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Their eyes met his glowing violet and hers, equally violet but full of awe. The world slowed for a heartbeat as they stared into each other's fire-forged souls. His gaze wasn't just light; it was depthless, like peering into an ancient storm made of stars.
"That," Aeron said, taking her hand gently, "exists because I exist."
She tensed. "What do you mean?"
"I wield power far beyond what this world was meant to contain," he said. "So the gods of this world or whatever rules it..they marked me. As an enemy. A corruption. A threat to their balance. In their eyes… I should not be."
Before she could respond, the Cannibal let out a grunt behind them. From his maw, something tumbled a dripping, half-charred head. It rolled to Aeron's feet with a wet thud.
Aeron knelt, picked it up without hesitation, and flung it to the ground beside Daenerys. Bits of flesh clung to the bone. The face was unrecognizable, contorted, burned, and yet... human.
"That," he said grimly, "was an Apostle. The gods cannot fight me directly. So they give power fragments of their will to mortals, hoping they'll kill me in their stead. That was the one I killed in Braavos."
Daenerys recoiled, unable to look away. "You killed that in Braavos?"
He nodded. "Was the last addition before my fight here. Four more to go."
She stood quiet, the weight of the revelation settling over her like snow on a burned field. "These Apostles… they're after you? Not the realm? Not the throne?"
"No," Aeron said, throwing the head back to the Cannibal like it was nothing more than trash. "The power isn't truly theirs. And I doubt they're free to do as they please. They serve a greater will and I'm the target."
Daenerys exhaled. "I never thought I'd see such things here in Westeros, and here I thought the birth of my dragons were a miracle."
Aeron chuckled dryly. "Fear not. My worst battles were in Essos."
He gestured toward the Cannibal with one finger. Daenerys followed his gaze.
"…He was one of them?" she asked, eyes wide with disbelief.
"Indeed," Aeron said, not with pride, but with quiet gravity. "He was an Apostle once. Before I killed him."
"There was an alive dragon?" she asked, almost breathless. "Other than my own? I thought… I thought this was one of your abilities, something you conjured with shadow magic."
Aeron didn't answer right away. He looked out over the waters of the Gods Eye, now calm and still, as if the Kraken's thrashing had never disturbed its surface..
"No," he said at last, turning back to her. "He was real. Flesh and scale, fire and fury. The last and greatest of the old dragons… before I found him."
His voice held no triumph only that same quiet gravity, a heaviness worn by one who walk a path that no one dares to.
Daenerys stepped closer, her voice hushed now. "And what did you do to him?"
Aeron looked into her eyes. Violet to violet. Truth to truth.
"I ended him."
Her lips parted, but no words came. A storm of questions brewed behind her gaze.
Aeron continued, "Don't feel sorry for it, that dragon ate other dragns to survive, that's why he was called the cannibal you already know about The Dance so I don't have to mention your family's Lore, as for how he is here after I killed him.. I guess I never truly explained to you what I can actually do. You've seen the shadows soldiers, but not how I make them mine."
Her brow furrowed. "I see.. So these apostles.. they don't always appear as men."
"Correct," Aeron said. "And not all are made of flesh. There is one in the far north… not a man. And he commands the dead the people in the north are aware of this threat which is why they were easy to convince."
Daenerys felt her blood chill at his tone.
"Is he the strongest?" she asked.
Aeron looked northward, his eyes narrowing.
"…I assume so."
The wind picked up again. Drogon let out a low, guttural rumble, sensing the weight of what had been said.
Daenerys didn't speak right away. Instead, she reached out and placed a hand gently on Aeron's chest. She felt the heat beneath his armor. The storm of a man who had defied gods… and wasn't finished yet.
"…Then we better be ready," she said softly.
Aeron looked down at her, and for the first time in a long time, his eyes didn't burn but softened and locked with hers, something gentler stirred beneath the surface something he hadn't allowed himself to feel in a long time.
"…We?" he repeated softly, like the word itself was foreign to him.
Daenerys stood firm, arms crossed over her chest, her silver hair dancing on the wind. She looked at him with defiance and curiosity.
"Why do you look surprised?" she asked, one brow rising, her voice both playful and resolute.
Aeron breathed slowly, his gaze dropping for a heartbeat as if considering her question.
"Because even monsters…" he murmured, his voice quieter now, "even beasts and a being like me… they know to fear threats like this. They retreat. They brace for impact and war or even hide and never show themselves again. I thought you might..."
She stepped forward and placed a finger gently against his lips, silencing him before he could finish.
"But I'm not just anyone," she whispered. "I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen. Born of fire, raised by battle. I've faced death, betrayal, loss, and still..still I rise. I am the last dragon, and I do not fear shadows or gods."
Her words weren't spoken to impress they were simply truth, carved into her soul by fire and the hardships she went through. The wind quieted around them as if listening. Even Drogon stood still as if he too was interested.
Aeron stared at her, eyes wide with reverence. Then slowly, his lips curved into a smirk that didn't belong to a king or a conqueror, but a man who'd finally found something solid to hold onto in a world that constantly tried to throw enemies at him.
"And this," he said, voice a low rumble, "this is exactly why I had to find you in Essos."
He stepped forward, slow and certain, and took her into his arms. Not like someone claiming a prize but like a soldier stepping into warmth after endless winters. She came to him without resistance, her hand finding its place over his heart, feeling the heat that burned beneath his dark armor.
Her voice was a whisper against his chest. "That thing… the water beast and the man on its back, he was someone from around here, wasn't he?"
Aeron nodded slowly. "A Lowly Greyjoy, nothing more."
She looked up into his eyes, her voice trembling slightly for the first time. "So you had to fight them all… alone?"
His grip tightened around her. "Not anymore."
For a heartbeat, neither moved. The wind around them grew still, as if the world itself was waiting. Behind them, the Cannibal loomed like a mountain of black wings and fire, while Drogon stood like a sentinel, his eyes locked on his Mother but even he was silent. Watching and Understanding.
Daenerys took a shaky breath. Her silver hair, tangled from wind and battle, whipped softly across her face.
Her hand resting over Aeron's chestplate, where his heart beat slow, powerful, steady. Like a war drum.
"You really were never meant to belong to this world, are you?" she said quietly.
He gave a ghost of a smile. "And yet… here I am. And here you are."
She didn't answer. Her hand slid up, past the black armor scorched by battle, brushing his jawline the stubble, the battle grime. He didn't flinch. His violet eyes bore into hers, seeing everything, fear, awe, fire, and something deeper that she felt.
And she rose on her toes.
Their lips met.
It wasn't a soft kiss not something fleeting or unsure. It was heat and breath and fate, forged in blood and shadows and fire. The kind of kiss that shook the realm. Her fingers tangled in the collar of his cloak, pulling him closer. He wrapped his arms around her like he was claiming something long denied to him not possession, but belonging.
When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads rested together, breath mingling. The silence was no longer cold it was heavy with meaning.
Daenerys whispered, "We'll finish this later, once we destroy our enemies, together."
Aeron's eyes glowed faintly violet once more.
"No, Daenerys," he said, brushing her cheek with a hand like iron and flame.
"Our enemies are already destroyed. they just don't know it yet."
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